-1Marina, lap dancer
you would not think to look at her
that this face is the face of a striper,
er, whore, but those eyes
bayed at barren wastelands of men,
ready to rip her femininity into a calloused
line just to watch her dance, and hope
that she has no name.
what would they call her anyway?
you might not imagine that her nose
smelled the sweltering arch of your
masculine other half while he crooned
basic sexual orders to her. or that
her mouth might have held a dozen men
inside of her. that she might have held them
there like the most silent accusatory sentence
that you will never hear.